I’m not always a patient person. It’s not that I don’t want to be, it’s just that sometimes I get fed-up waiting and waiting for what seems like an infinite amount of time to get things done.

When my husband, my son and I moved into our new house, I was in a hurry to get to work. (We moved into a house that has been in my family for years, and while I love it, the quarters are somewhat cramped.) Almost immediately, I began drawing up floor plans for the addition we plan to build, and deciding what rooms I wanted to overhaul first. I wanted to change the kitchen and re-do the bathroom and tear down half the interior walls and move them so the rooms would be different sizes.

Unfortunately, many of my plans have been voted down by my father, my husband and my brothers-in-law who will be helping to get the project completed. After hearing yet again that my plans were impossible, inconceivable and slightly hair-brained, I decided to take matters into my own hands.